Another.. Poem by Dislocated Heart
Another..
Could it of been love?
Perhaps it was a hoax,
and I was the prey.
Foolish aren't I..
to be easily played.
Another swing at me,
Fire away..
Be Cruel why don't you..
it's all just the same.
The pain buried within,
scars deep with sin,
happiness was never mines,
I give it all away,
all the damn time.
Sorrow I keep,
as I love it to sleep.
tomorrow another day..
as I silently weep.
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